Saturday, August 28, 2010


They came from Ohio.
They came from Georgia. 
They came from Virginia, Arkansas, and Kansas.
They took planes here. Planes, busses, and cars. They came here with a purpose.
They came marching into this marble jungle with their children. With their parents. On their walkers, their canes, their crutches. I found myself both speechless and humbled.
They came here to be heard by sitting peacefully and calmly. Hundreds of thousands of people came today wanting to restore HOPE and faith in our fair country. This place we are privileged and honored to call home. 
Reverently, they came from all over and congregated at the Lincoln Memorial. They stretched from both sides, past the Vietnam Memorial, spilling into the World War II cenotaph. Into the lawn behind the Washington Monument, people sat or stood facing west and waited. At the Washington Monument proper, families stood quietly as the minutes ticked closer to 10am.
With the heat, the traffic, and the masses of people, there was nothing more than electricity and optimism amongst the bugs, sweat, and coffee cups.
Why Al Shapton had to challenge the idea of restoring HOPE or why this event was dubbed a nightmare by cynics on street corners is something beyond my capabilities. 
Let this be a message. Let the silence of the masses be heard. Let the world know that We Need Change.Stand rallied behind the Tea Party, and be ready to press forward in the endeavor of making a difference. Today marks the 47th anniversary of MLKs important statement of having a dream and all men being equal. Let all of man be equal and let everyone know that we will rise above. We will always rise.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

1,000 miles

What was that song by Cher? 500 miles? Yes! It was... 500 miles. 

Cher, honey, 'you've got nothing on me.'

The journey of 1,000 miles begins with the first step, they say that... you know? "They" say this to mean that the journey has to start somewhere. Mine started last week. My journey of 1,000 miles. I have a goal. 

In the past two weeks, I have walked over 50 miles and have another 950 to go. If I do eights and threes, I will be done by March. Husband bought me new shoes to commemorate the adventure. We leave our little apartment every morning and head to the Capitol. To the Smithsonian (any of the 18, take your pick). To the Washington Monument. To the White House. To Eastern Market. To anywhere my little feet will take us.
Eileen and I are getting out amongst the natives with our boots that are made for walking and stroller made for jogging. We walk all places and spend our mornings together amongst marble, granite and history. Our afternoons are back at 201 I St Ne with her fast asleep, and I feverishly working.
It’s a good journey, and a healthy one. 
1,000 miles. Can you do it?

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Not EXACTLY what I was expecting.

A friend is delivering a baby as I type this and I wanted to get her some flowers. A recommendation of Caruso's found me on the phone.

"Hi, I would like to order some flowers. What is your delivery charge?"


"OH, um... okay. Do you deliver to Sibley?"

"We do."

"Okay, at what price do your bouquets start?


"I'm sorry, did you say $50?"

"No. I said $60."

"HAH- well, that's a little more money than what I wanted to spend. Thanks!"

YOOOOOO.... that must have been one beautiful arrangement!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I've been hot.

have been hot. Not like Liz Beman, rocking hard body, hot... I mean like, Sweatin to the Oldies Hot. 

It is hot here. People do not use their air conditioner. Way back in the day, when we lived in Augusta, our power bill would run in the hundreds, and you could hang meat from the chandelier. Here though, places one would think should not be warm are unpleasantly so. For instance, the sushi restaurant. 

No matter what restaurant we walk into, it is hot. Damn Hot. We sit down and  immediately find ourselves stuck to the chair. Leather, pleather, wood, it does not matter. We knock back wine and water with melted ice... luke warm water has found a refreshing new level of quenching. We leave sweating, grumpy, and hacked that it is hotter inside than outside. This sounds like a complaint, but for Pete's sake, CUT ON YOUR AIR CONDITIONER. The last time we went out, and I mean it... we are eating at home until the weather cools off.... the last time we ate out, the Cagles were dripping and a polite question inquiring about the air conditioner produced this answer, "Yes. It's out. It has been out all week. Our soup of the day is a barley bean with brown rice in chicken broth base." Really? Soup? Looking around, no one seems to notice that pit stains are not in fashion. Two waters please, extra ice.

Even early in the morning, walking places... I sweat. I sweat so much that the other day, I sweated through my entire sports bra and shirt (less the, um, nip... area. Did you know they don't produce sweat? I didn't.)

It's hot. I drink water like it is my job and remind myself how lucky I am that we have air conditioning... and electricity.... unlike the 225,000 OTHER HOMES IN THE DC AREA THAT DO NOT HAVE EITHER.

Let us think for a second about what kind of number 225,000 is. That is more than the entire population of Burke County. I bet they're hot. Actually, no. They're probably sipping luke warm water inside pondering what kind of raw fish they will be eating tonight for supper. Might I recommend the tuna roll? It will taste better coming up.